“When Christmas bells are swinging above the fields of snow, we hear sweet voices ringing from lands of long ago, and etched on vacant places are half-forgotten faces of friends we used to cherish, and loves we used to know.”
~ Ella Wheeler Wilcox

When our kids are grown and look back on their homeschooling years, what will they say about it?

Melissa and I were in the car recently, talking about her college classes. She’s a political science major, so she likes to think about current events and our political system. As we rounded a curve, she concluded, “People are like sheep … they just want someone to lead them without having to think about it.”

I laughed and agreed with her.

Then she added, “I think the greatest thing you taught us was to think for ourselves and to question everything.”

“You’re too clumsy to be my mom” shrieks my 5 year old after I knock her glass of Christmas punch off the counter.

I look at the spreading stain and bite my tongue on yet another reminder that putting glasses on the edge of the counter means they are more likely to get spilled. I am tired and distracted and just trying to get dinner going.

“Yes, I am clumsy sometimes. Let’s clean this up,” I say instead.

“But that’s the last of the juice and I really wanted it and it’s really special. If you love me you’ll get me more.”